by Jeph Johnson
after work
he returns
for the
fantasy girl
his dreams
won't provide
in this
alternative world
in the back
at the rack
every night
she strips
his mind
his thoughts
fall away
as she gets
him to stay
at this bar
down the street
from the
all-night cafe
he takes
from her dance
and puts
into words
the rhythmic
life of irony
that now rings
too absurd
he can't see
past her
flashing
laser beam
and he can't
see through
this shadow
of his dreams
he looks
to her
to fulfill
something
something
more extreme